Chapter 1079 – The First Person to Kill (1/2)
Chapter 1079 – The First Person to Kill
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A rapidly flowing river surrounded the Mausoleum of Books, just like the moat around Luoyang.
The flat and treeless ground between the two factions was actually a bridge across this river, though the breadth and thickness of the bridge meant few people realized this.
A seal that had existed since ancient times made it incredibly difficult for people to fly in and around the Mausoleum of Books.
Wang Po, by standing there, seemed to be saying, 'With one man standing at this pass alone, ten thousand men cannot pass.'
The problem was that many experts, assassins, and Daoists had already entered the Mausoleum of Books.
What did he want to do by standing there?
Wang Po explained, ”If they do not reach an agreement, I will strike.”
Yes, this was the answer.
He stood here not to guard the Mausoleum of Books, but so that he could launch an attack at his opponent at any time.
The faces of the princes flickered at these words while the Prince of Zhongshan's eyes turned even gloomier.
The Prince of Xiang said with a bitter face, ”The Holy Maiden wants to take revenge for Imperial Mother. Do you really intend to go crazy with her?”
Wang Po appeared rather surprised. He had not expected the Prince of Xiang to still refer to the Tianhai Divine Empress as 'Imperial Mother'.
The Prince of Xiang knew what he was thinking and explained, ”Imperial Mother was not my mother by birth, but I am still her son. I entered the capital with the venerable Daoist because I believed that her esteemed self had committed an error, not because I personally had a grudge against her. It was just like how I promised Zhu Luo that you would not be allowed to live, but have I done anything to you in the last few years? It's all for the overarching situation.”
These words were spoken with such sincerity that even those brothers of his who knew exactly what he was up to almost believed him.
Wang Po laughed but said nothing.
Seeing his response, a county prince couldn't help but scold, ”What are you being so arrogant for! I'll have you die here today!”
Many troops of the Imperial Court had been gathered here, as had many experts, and with the Divine Domain expert that was the Prince of Xiang, this was a force that was reasonably capable of killing Wang Po.
The problem was that battles were always the most complicated of activities. Even a battle against one person was anything but simple.
Let alone the constantly shifting situation of an actual battle, even the moment the battle would begin had still not been decided.
The Prince of Xiang said, ”You should know that there's no way a fight will start today. There's no need to put on this appearance.”
These words seemed rather incomprehensible, but Wang Po understood. He smirked and asked, ”Then what are you doing here?”
The Prince of Xiang sighed. ”One has to contribute a little thought.”
Wang Po asked, ”What sort of thoughts?”
”Ambition, of course.”
The Prince of Xiang grinned. ”If the venerable Daoist does not doubt His Majesty, nothing will happen, and it naturally won't be our affair. If he does have doubts, I have to make some preparations.”
Wang Po said, ”Your Highness is quite frank.”
The Prince of Xiang was just prepared to continue speaking when several dozen bright sword cries came from within the Mausoleum of Books.
Everyone looked over, their expressions turning serious.
Just like the Prince of Xiang had said, the current situation seemed tense, but there was a fundamental difference between it and the situation from three years ago. The two sides would not necessarily begin to fight.
If this really was the case, why had those sword cries arisen?
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Shang Xingzhou stood on the Divine Path.
Xu Yourong stood higher.
Shang Xingzhou took one step forward.
The South Stream Temple sword array instinctively responded, silently beginning to work.
Countless streams of light appeared in the sky, tracing all sorts of unfathomable and indescribable orbits in the air.
Several dozen sword cries rose.
These sword cries did not originate from swords rubbing against the air. Instead, they came from sword intents compressing and then releasing the air.
It was clear and soft, but also incredibly deep.
It was like a clear stream dropping down from a cliff, flowing into an extremely deep mountain stream.